Alkonost

I’ve personally seen her in the fir tree in the backyard.  I assumed that a drunk neighbor had somehow hoisted her flesh into the branches. It was impressive, especially considering that she still had a bottle with her. She could have easily fallen, breaking several limbs and severing claws, and then I would, naturally, have to be the one to explain to the authorities. The anxious feeling quickly faded when I saw that she didn’t have arms or legs anyway.  Her plumage was dark green, with hints of blue and gold, reminiscent of a peacock but somehow more blended.  She had lovely hair though and if her feet weren’t talons I probably would have felt a pang of jealousy.
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